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It's quarter to three There's no one in the place except you and me So set 'em up Joe, I've got a little story you ought' know We're drinking my friend to the end of a brief episode Make it one for my baby And one more for the road I got the routine So drop another nickel in the machine I'm feeling so bad I wish you'd make the music dreamy and sad Could tell you a lot But you've got to be true to your code Make it one for my baby And one more for the road You'd never know it, but buddy I'm a kind of a poet And I've got a lot of things to say And when I'm gloomy, you simply got to listen to me Until it's talked away Well, that's how it goes And Joe I know you're gettin' anxious to close So thanks for the cheer I hope you didn't mind my bending your ear This torch that I found Must be drowned or it soon might explode Make it one for my baby And one more for the road You'd never know it, but buddy I'm a kind of a poet And I've got a lot of things to say And when I'm gloomy, you simply got to listen to me Until it's talked away Well, that's how it goes And Joe I know you're gettin' anxious to close So thanks for the cheer I hope you didn't mind my bending your ear This torch that I found Must be drowned or it soon might explode Make it one for my baby And one more for the road That long, long road
Writer(s): Johnny Mercer, Harold Arlen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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